"Very well!" The wicked husband nodded in satisfaction. "But we still need to prepare some backups. Just in case it snows that day..."

"There's even less to worry about, Grand Commandant," Zizhen said. "We built it specifically to protect against rain and snow; unless it's pouring rain, there's absolutely nothing to worry about!"

Just then, a report came from down the mountain: "The Imperial Censor requests an audience!"

"Perfect timing!" The wicked man ordered the Grand Master of Ceremonies to be brought in. "Has the ceremony's program been finalized?"

"Reporting to the Grand Commandant, everything has been prepared." The Grand Master of Ceremonies unfolded the bamboo slips. "His Majesty will first offer sacrifices to Heaven at the foot of the mountain, and then ascend the mountain..."

"Wait!" the wicked man interrupted him, "Why is the sacrifice to heaven held at the foot of the mountain?"

"This...this is an ancient custom..."

"What ancient custom?!" the wicked husband glared. "Of course, the sacrifice to Heaven must be held on the mountaintop! Just imagine, His Majesty performing the sacrifice ten thousand feet in the air, his voice can be heard all the way to the heavens—that's what makes the 'Fengshan' ceremony worthy of its name!"

Feng Chang wiped his sweat: "But this..."

"No buts," the scoundrel waved his hand. "What needs to be changed will be changed. By the way, how are the preparations for the honor guard going?"

"They're already training."

What kind of training?

"It's about...moving, stopping, turning..."

"That's all?" the wicked man sighed. "This is far too small a spectacle. Add more! From the foot of the mountain to the summit, there should be ceremonial guards every ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). The drummers must practice even more diligently, so that when His Majesty ascends to the top, ten thousand drums will sound in unison, their sound echoing through the valley!"

Feng Chang looked worried: "How many people will this require...?"

"You don't need to worry about manpower," the wicked man waved his hand dismissively. "Transfer those who need to be transferred, conscript those who need to be conscripted. This is a momentous event, it has to look like one!"

After dismissing Feng Chang, the wicked man climbed to the top of the palace again and looked out over the surrounding area.

The spring sunshine shines on Mount Tai, giving this majestic palace a golden glow.

"What a wonderful place!" he exclaimed. "Do you think His Majesty could see the sea from here on a clear day?"

Seeing his radiant expression, Zhang Erhe couldn't help but smile: "Grand Commandant, you care even more than His Majesty."

"Of course!" the wicked man said smugly. "This is a momentous event, we can't let Great Qin down. Come, let's continue the inspection. The glazed tiles on the roof haven't been laid yet..."

As the sun sets, it seems to gild Mount Tai with a layer of gold.